2. Help me search for an essay: Pick up the pearls in my memory. Life is like water, running across the river; Years are like songs, drifting through the ups and downs of life. He left me a good memory. They are as dazzling as pearls and projected in my mind like projectors.
Everyone has many good memories when he is alive. However, there are always some fragments in these memories that we will never forget. Whenever we calm down, he will always float in our minds.
In my memory, the "pearl" in my memory stays in my childhood, when I danced rubber bands with my friends; Clay figurines, etc. Carefree and relaxed, what a wonderful time it was. I really want time to freeze at that time, but grandpa time seems to be ticking forward without listening to my advice. Now, it has long been a memory, and whenever I think of this memory, I can't help laughing. Laugh at my innocence at that time. Lively. Since then, this memory has been cherished in my heart like a pearl.
Good memories are like mellow wine, which lasts for a long time; Such as sweet milk tea, it is memorable; Like bitter coffee, there is sweetness in bitterness, and it is more like jewelry that can't be used up for a lifetime.
Pick up the pearls in memory and add a beautiful memory to life. Leave a few more beautiful pearls for you who are about to get old.
Let's pick up the pearls in memory.
3. How to write the narrative of pearls in my memory? I think pearls are the purest and will never be defiled. Every time I daydream, I swim in the pearl river, feel the brilliance of pearl, penetrate my heart with its white and dazzling light, and take a look: what is in my heart! In Bang! Bang! Bang ..... "In the heartbeat, although I can't see all the pictures clearly, I was shocked by a simple and ordinary picture-my mother was sweating at work. My mother, who can't be ordinary, is just one of hundreds of millions of sewing people, but every time I look at her, I will get different gains, different inspirations and different colors of pearls. Sweat * stick to * the green light, I, my mother's child, just one. When I open my sleepy eyes, I will see my mother doing housework. Seeing this, I can't help feeling a little guilty. I was motivated for a few minutes. I just started reading English for a few minutes. Hey, that motivation seems to have gone out of the cloud nine! I thought to myself: there is a lot of time anyway, so I'd better take a nap. No sooner had I finished thinking than the TV turned on and the beautiful melody reached our ears. Funny pictures delight our hearts, haha! At the same time, time is running out. An hour passed in an instant, and my mother couldn't help urging me, but my left ear went in and my right ear went out. I continued to immerse myself in joy. I feel tired after watching TV series unconsciously. I looked at my watch, alas! It is eleven o'clock. I turned off the TV at once, but I saw that my mother was still busy. My eyes are moist and my face looks like rouge. I feel tired every time I study for a period of time. It's just self-deception. But my mother only rested for more than ten minutes at noon. Isn't she tired? Of course, I am very tired, but my mother insists on it because she thinks that every thing I accomplish, even if it is small, is a success. Pearls have green light, so I have it, because I insist on being conquered by pearls. Isn't it the same with my study? I study a knowledge point carefully every time, study for an hour with peace of mind, and remember a word by heart ... isn't that sweat? Isn't that paying? Every time we do this, we will get green light and our own color. Pearls are beautiful, but people's hearts are more beautiful, because everyone has a dazzling pearl in their hearts, just waiting for us to pick it up.
4. How to write the composition "Pick up the Pearl in My Heart" 1? Pick up the pearl in your heart.
The pearl left in the dream has passed away in the warmth of the years. Many years have passed, who will pick up pearls and recall the warm ... touching "Oh!" " I accidentally fell down and felt a dull pain in the sun. At this time, a pair of little hands carefully sent me to the classroom ... At this moment, my eyes were wet and my indifferent heart began to melt with simple actions. Although small, I was still very moved and even couldn't help crying. At this time, a friend's words rang in my ear: tears don't mean fragility, just relieve inner unhappiness, cry! At that moment, I was moved by my friend's simple language. Perhaps, being touched is the cool breeze in summer, the warm sun in winter, the freshness in spring, a cup of fragrant hot tea ... being touched is like finding a pearl in your heart, and it becomes bright and pure from the beginning. Smile gives life a smile, no matter how life treats you. Some people say that life is sweet and full of laughter along the way. Some people say that life is bitter and has experienced countless hardships and helplessness. Some people say that life is sour, and there will always be sighs that can't escape for a lifetime; Others say that life is fresh and exciting, and new things are constantly emerging, which you are expected to feel and explore. I want to say that life is colorful. Life is equal to everyone. Don't complain about the unfairness of heaven. Along the way, it was bumpy and hard, with ups and downs, and sometimes the weeping willows were light and dull. The key is to see how you grasp life and enjoy it. Face life with a smile, even in the cold winter, you will feel the warmth of life, and you will see the dawn of hope in the dark midnight. Friends, face life with a smile, and you will see the sunshine, singing birds and flowers all the way. Perhaps, a smile is a silent word, a silent and moving action, a noble expression of human beings ... having a smile is like finding a dazzling pearl, which will shine on you forever until life is as bright as a pearl forever. Pearls are beautiful, but people's hearts are more beautiful, because everyone has a dazzling pearl in their hearts, just waiting for us to pick it up and then recall the warmth of the past.
Pick up the pearl in your heart.
If you hide this shining pearl under a heavy heart, you won't see the happiness and hope it brings you. It was an unsettled morning, and I lost a pearl that originally belonged to me. I am sitting on the sofa leisurely, and the soft sofa is concave and convex again and again, which confirms my happy and excited mood. My heart is beating happily, and the melody humming in my mouth changes little by little with the cutting of songs on the music station. Gradually, songs spread in the air like crazy dancing drums. Just as I was singing in high spirits, a shout came from the back room: "Are you crazy?" Bang-the drums suddenly stopped. I think, although I am not a born singer, I am a pentatonic at least. In my young mind, a mother who is closest to me can deny her tone quality in one sentence. Where are the others? God, I'm like a deflated ball. I can't play on the sunken sofa anymore. Maybe it's a shadow Whenever I want to sing in public, I always fold it without opening my mouth. Gradually, I lost my original confidence in vocal music. If you take the initiative to knock on the door of your heart, that shining pearl will light up the silent world. I hate music exams. Because I have to calculate the final grade, I have to sing on stage. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that when I stand on the stage and nervously utter half a syllable, the audience will boo all over the room, and the feeling of being laughed at and helpless will appear in my dream more than once. Holding the microphone, I wandered uneasily in the classroom, and my legs trembled with the sharp eyes of the "judges" under the stage. I don't know what to do. I even wanted to run away, so I ran away. Maybe I should try? I said to myself. I hold the microphone tightly, trying to make the tone as smooth as possible, like a sacrificed girl. I can't remember the sound amplified by the microphone at that time, except that every syllable was permeated with my faint anxiety and expectation. However, there is no hellish sneer and audience expression, but the kind of encouraging eyes. I opened my eyes wide, because the total score of music in my grade book is A, not B, not C, maybe my singing is not that bad? I began to change back to that confident me, and what I lost seemed to come back. I said I came back. Perhaps, this lyric suits me very well, because I am confident that only by picking up the lost pearl can I perceive its beauty. Shining light can subvert the melody of life.
5. Help me write an essay "Pick up the Pearl in My Heart" for Grade Three. It is urgent on the beach of memory. Small grains of sand sparkle in the sun, and pieces of sand sink with the ups and downs of the sea. Pearls are next to each other on the warm and soft beach, and people are crowded, so lively! I picked up my pearls and strung them into the most beautiful necklace.
When I was a child, my parents were gods and knew everything. I don't know why, but I always admire my parents. Their every move seems to me to be so elegant and magnificent.
When I grow up, my parents are monks. My parents have become the representatives of stubborn old people in my eyes, old-fashioned and stubborn. I began to alienate, escape from my parents, and stopped being so close to them. The gap between us became deeper and deeper.
However, one day, when I tried to catch all this, it was irreparable.
When I was twelve, my mother died of illness. This kind of thing happened to me and my family. I feel that in my world, the sky is falling, and my heart hurts. I seem to see the tragic situation in the future.
At that time, my only relative, my father, was so indifferent to me and even deliberately alienated me. I think, from today on, I may be the only one in this broken home. My father and I are not very close. He may have a new home in the future, and I may be alone forever.
After a long time, the home is deserted, and my father and I sometimes can't say a word a day. Although I don't like this loneliness, I have to bear it as if it were my destiny.
At first, my father was driven crazy. Maybe later, he realized my depression and had a conversation with me that I will never forget.
That night, it was very cold, and it was New Year's Eve. I sat by the window, watching the heavy snow outside, so beautiful, but so sad. I don't remember how many nights were so cold, and I don't know how I got through it. In this weather, I don't know if God is crying for my mother who has been away for less than three months-cold air, cold house and cold people.
My father took me to the fire room. In fact, the whole compound is just the two of us. Without saying a word, I watched my father set fire to it. The slightly beating flame is so dazzling, but it is staggered by the biting north wind. I fiddled with firewood without saying a word. My father has been smoking, and I have long been used to it. Neither of us has the courage to break this quiet environment first.
Finally, my father spoke first. It's simple: "Your mother, she's gone," and my hand froze. "I can't come back." My eyes began to wet. "We can't let Dad live a good life and reassure her." My tears came down and dripped on the burning firewood in front of me. Father looked at me, patted me on the shoulder and got up to get some firewood. Tears welled up in my eyes, so dry it quickly.
The room is getting warmer and warmer, and the flames jump higher and higher. "I'll take care of you," I looked down. "I will love you more, not less than others." My tears flooded again. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" I am speechless and a heavy stork.
Next, he will speak first. If I answer a word or two occasionally, he will be very happy and I will talk more. What I have kept in my heart for a long time and can't tell others, I say it bit by bit and sentence by sentence.
At this time, my body is warm. I don't know whether the temperature in the fire room has increased or my heart is warm. Ordinary family, ordinary words, but full of deep love for this family.
Looking at his figure jumping in the flame, I suddenly thought of a sentence: the crowd looked for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the dim light.
It's still snowing outside, but the warmth inside is very strong. Thanks to the heavy snow, I found the pearl in my heart-father's love in this jumping flame.
6. Express my mother's love for me by describing a pearl necklace, and write a short essay. The big pearl is the brilliance of life brewed by the shell after suffering.
Life is like a shell, and shells live. Yes, just like my mother.
—— Inscription My father who came back from a business trip brought a pearl necklace to his mother who came back from a business trip. Looking at the big ivory pearls on it, my thoughts suddenly returned to the time I spent in Beihai that summer vacation.
"pearls are round particles produced in the shells of some mollusks (such as mussels), which are milky white or yellowish and shiny. It is formed by pathological changes in this kind of animals or the entry of sand grains and microorganisms from outside into their shells. Mostly used as decorations ... "Looking at the motionless shells in the water, listening to the staff's detailed explanation of pearls and shells.
They are neither biology teachers nor biologists, but they know a lot. I listened to his explanation with great interest and imagined in my mind that these shells were struggling painfully. After a period of time, beautiful pearls will be bred in them, and I suddenly feel a little heartbroken and sad. Maybe it's pity for these little creatures.
So I stopped listening, turned and walked outside the pearl factory, staring at the sea. The pain of the shell is stuck in my heart like a small stone.
However, with the passage of time, that memory was gradually forgotten by me. Looking at this necklace now, my memory is gradually coming back.
I looked at the happy mother's face wearing a necklace. Although it is still so gentle and beautiful, it is no longer so radiant.
The passage of time, the torture of disease, in front of this strong woman who has been running around for many years, mercilessly carved a mark. A mother can't see her children all day, can't enjoy the warmth of her family, and runs around the land of her motherland alone. I don't know how much pain her mother has experienced and endured in recent years.
To be sure, my mother must be a successful woman, although she doesn't earn as much money as Bill Gates. Mom is very successful and great.
There are two children in my family, which were doomed from the beginning. In today's society, if my mother wants me and my brother's family to live a happy life, the responsibility is much heavier. My mother is a strong person. From Shaanxi TV Station to Phoenix TV Station, and then to Shanghai Wenguang, my mother went to Shanghai from xi 'an to work hard. With her own strength and love for her family, she kept moving forward.
Those feet have gone through most corners of the motherland and many parts of the world, and my mother has never stopped trying. Loneliness can't make her shrink back, and illness can't stop her.
How many times, watching my mother leave alone with luggage, that figure is taller and stronger than Valkyria. As time goes by, my mother's efforts shine like pearls in my memory.
Today's mother, who has just experienced the torture of lumbar hyperosteogeny, took advantage of a short sick leave to go home, in order to give us the maternal love we didn't get, and also to let the tired heart rest at home for a while. In fact, mother's running is the embodiment of maternal love. Why don't I know? A pearl necklace strung together my memories, just like my mother's love and her dedication.
Think about it this way, how appropriate this necklace is for mom! Mother is like that shell, hiding her home in it and guarding it with love. Once there is any difficulty, she wants to come in, and the love that wraps everything will turn the difficulty into a pearl. Mother used her own pain to make life and love create ordinary and extraordinary miracles.
My mother used her own experience to tell me the meaning of real strength and suffering to life. I will never forget my mother's back, like a pearl brewed with shells, shining in my life.
Life is like a shell, and shells live. Yes, just like my mother.